Freya's POV

Returning to the pack house, I replay my earlier conversation with Kael. The chill of the evening air brushes against my skin, but it does little to cool the tangled storm of feelings swirling inside me.

I feel a sharp pang of irritation—directed at Alistair for shutting me out, at the warriors for the subtle but obvious preparation for something I know nothing about, and, most of all, at myself for even caring so deeply. The tension sits heavy in my ...